No bone of Thee was broken

No bone of Thee was broken Thou spotless, paschal Lamb! Of life and peace a token To us who know Thy Name; The Head, for all the members, The curse, the vengeance bore, And God, our God, remembers His people's sins no more.

We, Thy redeemed, are reaping What Thou didst sow in tears; This feast which we are keeping Thy Name to us endears; It tells of justice hiding The face of God from Thee; Proud men around deriding Thy sorrows on the tree.

Thy death of shame and sorrow Was like unto Thy birth, Which would no glory borrow, No majesty from earth. Thy pilgrims, we are hasting To our eternal home, Its joy already tasting Of vict'ry o'er the tomb.

Thy life and death reviewing, We tread the narrow way; Our homeward path pursuing, We watch the dawn of day. We eat and drink with gladness The symbol bread and wine, And sing with sweetest sadness Our song of love divine.